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A (day)dream
I close my eyes and breathe in the scent tail, which my wrist exudes. I am immediately back on holiday in Sicily, what a dream island.
It's early in the morning, even before the July sun warms the air to over 30 degrees. I quickly slip on my white linen dress to enjoy this wonderful atmosphere on a walk. As I stroll through the alleys of Catania, the air mingles with the scents of the market stalls. The hawkers gesticulate wildly to draw attention to their wares and offer all manner of samples. The smell of freshly cut lemons boldly makes its way into my nose. Inspired by these olfactory, optical and also acoustic impressions I look for a small street café to have breakfast. It's one of those quaint cafés with squiggly bistro furniture and little flowers on the tables. The lemony refreshment is still reverberating, mingling with the lavender stems on my table, when the scent of tobacco reaches me from the next table. My seatmate is tamping his pipe and smiling kindly at me when he notices me turn to face him. Since the gentleman also seems to be alone, I ask him to join me at the table for breakfast. Positively surprised at the hospitality of a tourist, he joins me at the table. We order cappuccini and croissants with honey and while we eat together, communicating with hands and feet, we enjoy a beautiful view of Mount Etna, what an impressive sight. After breakfast I say goodbye to the friendly gentleman, thanking him for his time and assuring him that in life you always meet twice. Happy about this wonderful morning, the impressions, the encounters, I go to my accommodation and let this intensive time pass in review during a siesta. I try to memorize all these treasures, which cannot be captured photographically, because who knows what they might be overlaid with in the afternoon. In Sicily you never know, because Sicily is always intense and alive.
It's early in the morning, even before the July sun warms the air to over 30 degrees. I quickly slip on my white linen dress to enjoy this wonderful atmosphere on a walk. As I stroll through the alleys of Catania, the air mingles with the scents of the market stalls. The hawkers gesticulate wildly to draw attention to their wares and offer all manner of samples. The smell of freshly cut lemons boldly makes its way into my nose. Inspired by these olfactory, optical and also acoustic impressions I look for a small street café to have breakfast. It's one of those quaint cafés with squiggly bistro furniture and little flowers on the tables. The lemony refreshment is still reverberating, mingling with the lavender stems on my table, when the scent of tobacco reaches me from the next table. My seatmate is tamping his pipe and smiling kindly at me when he notices me turn to face him. Since the gentleman also seems to be alone, I ask him to join me at the table for breakfast. Positively surprised at the hospitality of a tourist, he joins me at the table. We order cappuccini and croissants with honey and while we eat together, communicating with hands and feet, we enjoy a beautiful view of Mount Etna, what an impressive sight. After breakfast I say goodbye to the friendly gentleman, thanking him for his time and assuring him that in life you always meet twice. Happy about this wonderful morning, the impressions, the encounters, I go to my accommodation and let this intensive time pass in review during a siesta. I try to memorize all these treasures, which cannot be captured photographically, because who knows what they might be overlaid with in the afternoon. In Sicily you never know, because Sicily is always intense and alive.
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